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Emma’s face lit up.
« Thank you! »
« You’re very welcome, sweetheart, » he said.
We continued along the beach.
It seemed like nothing more than a kind gesture.
For the first time in months, I allowed myself to relax.
My separation from Emma’s father, Owen, had turned almost every ordinary decision into an argument.
Bedtimes.
Swimming lessons.
School events.
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